By Michael Lee Johnson (V2)
Dancer of the shoe poem,
I trip over your shoe string
dress or gown
and keep walking with a beat,
you’re missing a step,
let me take you there,
or did the ghost of the night
take your slippers away-
move right, slightly left,
back one half-step.
Dancer of the shoe poem,
it’s my duty
to take you away
in a love feast.
Thank you for this dance.
-2009-
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